Yes, this is actually the cage of Shenqiao.

Think when you smell it.

No wonder Xia Qiao said that this house looks familiar, like the kind you lived in when you were a child. No wonder Xia Qiao felt that all the things that happened here were like the dreams you had when you were a child.

This old man is Chen Qiao, but he never recognized him.

Maybe it was because he had no facial features and blurred outlines, or maybe it was because the sinking bridge in his memory still stayed many, many years ago.

It’s not that he had seen Shen Qiao grow old, but he always felt that the old man with slow pace and weak voice had nothing to do with the pretty boy wearing a melon-skin hat back then.

A sudden noise came from the closet. When I heard it, I came to my senses and heard a soft cry from inside.

The voice was hoarse, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone: "Grandpa?"

The next moment, the cabinet door was pushed open, and the soft doll had fallen aside, silently. Instead, it was a thin boy - Xia Qiao himself.

His body was weak, and was pale by the old lamp in the room, like a silhouette in the silent time. He stood behind the old man blankly, trying to pat his shoulder, but his hand did not dare to fall.

"Grandpa...is it you?" he asked softly.

The old man sitting by the bed paused and slowly clamped his fingers holding the towel.

At that moment, the time in the cage seemed to have frozen. No one knew what he would react when he heard this sentence, and would he wake up suddenly like many cage owners, and then suddenly rise up.

"Grandpa, I am Xia Qiao." The boy finally patted the old man on the shoulder and shook it lightly.

Ten years passed by, and he forgot a lot of things he had when he was a child and learned a lot of things he could never learn when he was a child.

When he acted coquettishly, he already knew that he would soften his voice.

He grabbed the fabric on the old man's shoulder, his nose turned red, and shook him again, and repeated in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa, I am Xia Qiao, look at me."

The old man's outline suddenly trembled, like water drops falling into a flat lake, and then a trace of black smoke suddenly radiated from his body.

This is... the cage owner woke up.

Almost all the cage owners were aggressive when they woke up. All the resentment, hatred, jealousy, and all the unwillingness and inability to let go of them will burst out at that moment, which is both venting and liberation.

The person who uncages the cage is destined to help him take everything and then help him melt it.

The moment the black air appeared, he had already escaped from the mirror when he heard it.

His thin fingers were still wearing the white mist in the mirror and looked straight towards the old man.

The heart and eyes are the key points of spiritual appearance. As long as he touches it and takes everything over, the cage will completely collapse...

But he stopped at the last inch.

When he was about to touch the old man's spiritual appearance, he suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up with his clothes.

Xia Qiao begged again with a strong nasal voice: "Grandpa, can you turn around? Look at me again."

The black smoke scattered in a row became light and floated quietly in the air. The old man put down the towel, sighed softly, and finally turned his head.

The moment he turned his head, he finally had facial features, old and gentle. There were deep lines on the tails of his eyes and the corners of his lips, which only those who often smiled would have.

It's indeed a sinking bridge.

"Grandpa..." Xia Qiao's eyes turned red in an instant, and he grabbed Shen Qiao's shoulder.

"Xiao Qiao." Chen Qiao called him softly, and after screaming, he laughed heavily, his voice still slim and old: "My previous man also calls me Xiaoqiao."

"Look, I have a fate with you."

Xia Qiao couldn't speak at all, and just blinked his eyes desperately.

When he was afraid, he always screamed exaggeratedly, saying that he was crying, but in fact he didn't have many tears. But when his tears kept falling, he couldn't speak at all.

Chen Qiao just looked at him and then patted Xia Qiao's hand.

The scene in the cage is changing rapidly, the chest of drawers, panes, desks and beds of the 1990s are all fading away, and the smell of ash in the room is becoming light and vague.

It seemed as if a dream that was not long had come to an end, everything had scattered, leaving them standing in the vast fog.

Chen Qiao looked at Wen Shi and smiled bitterly and called out: "Brother Wen."

He nodded when he smelled it, and he said he couldn't feel anything and didn't know what to order.

After a while, he said, "I didn't expect this to be your cage."

"I didn't expect it," said Chen Qiao, "I thought I could go on the road cleanly."

He lowered his eyes, his eyelids drooped, pressing his old eyes heavily.

It took him a long time before he smiled and said, "It's too difficult to be truly careless and unhindered. I still can't bear to let go, but I still can't let it go."

"What can't I let go?" asked.

Chen Qiao looked at Xia Qiao's lowered head and said, "I often wonder if I want him to know who he is. I used to think it would be better to hide it from it. It would be a normal person for a lifetime, and to be a normal person, birth, old age, sickness and death."

"Later, I started to worry again, worried that if I didn't tell him and waited for me to be gone, what should I do? I just struggled and repeated it, and I thought about it for so many years, but I couldn't get a happy result."

"It's still my fault." Chen Qiao said, "I have taught him too little. This child seems to have learned to cry with timidity, being stupid, and never understand other emotions, and whether he is not aware of the clue."

Hearing this, he realized that since he entered the Shen family and learned that Chen Qiao was dead, he had never seen Xia Qiao cry because of mourning, nor did he feel so sad about Xia Qiao. He would joke, chat with all kinds of people, and even rent a house, as if he didn't understand life and death, nor did he know how good he was.

Until now, until this second...

He looked at Xia Qiao's red eyes and said to Chen Qiao: "He should understand now."

I have been able to teach things that I have not been able to teach in this way. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh. Chen Qiao has been thinking about it for a long time, but only feels distressed.

"Human, I'm still greedy." He spoke slowly: "At this time, I realized that I can't put down too much."

When I heard it, I was like a patient listener and asked, "What else?"

"I used to think that this child would not have to be too old. He would be 18 years old when he was 18 years old. But when he was 18, I wanted to see him for a few more years, and he would be more mature and powerful, and someone would take care of others and have a home."

"I also think... the life has changed so much in recent years, and it is very different from that of the 1990s. I don't know how long it will take for you to get used to, whether you will encounter trouble, and whether you will have a bad life."

"I'm also worried about whether Xiaoqiao's personality can please you. What if there is a conflict, there is no one to mediate it." Chen Qiao said, still kind and gentle.

"Thinking about this, I think it would be great if I were there. Brother Wen, you are so angry that Xiao Qiao is too stupid. You may not be able to see that it is not good if you turn around and get angry."

As he spoke, he laughed again, as if those who were reluctant to let go and could not let go were not so sad.

"And..." Chen Qiao said: "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. I haven't had time to have a cup of tea with Brother Wen. I've agreed to leave last time."

Unexpectedly, I will never see the future.

He looked at Xia Qiao and Wen Shi carefully again, as if he wanted to remember them, and then sighed: "Forget it."

In the final analysis, it is just a few scattered things.

In his life, he has taken over many people and sent them to many people. He can be regarded as a long life and a perfect merit.

So he said to Wen Shi: "You can live up to today, but you can live up to tomorrow. In the end, please give me a ride with Brother Wen."

"The cup of tea I lack... I'll drink it later if I have the chance." Chen Qiao said.

Wen Shi was silent for a long time and nodded: "Okay."

He stretched out his hand and touched the old man's forehead.

At that moment, all the scattered black smoke suddenly turned around. It was clearly invisible and physical. When the edge swept across the back of Xia Qiao's hand, a fine wound was left, which hurt his nerves into his heart.

These things were pulled out of Shenqiao and gathered at Wenshi, where they were finely wrapped around him.

When I smelled it, I seemed as if I couldn't feel the pain, and my fingers were still pressing against the Shenqiao, closing my eyes quietly.

The strong wind blew on my face, causing people to stand almost unsteadily.

After the smoke crashes wildly, it finally becomes quiet and gentle, slowly melting and fading.

When I heard that my hair on my forehead was lifted up and fell down by the wind, making his skin look bloodless and paler than before.

Xia Qiao's crying still couldn't make a sound. He held Chen Qiao's hand tightly, but felt that his palm became empty.

When the black smoke completely melted, the person he was holding, along with the entire cage, completely disappeared. Before he disappeared, he heard the last warm reminder from Chen Qiao: "I remember to add clothes when it is cold. Don't eat too much ice when it is hot. OK, ah."

After the cage dissipates, the real scene appears.

They were still sitting on the bus, and the people behind them were still chatting, everything was as old as before.

The place where Shenqiao was buried was surrounded by mountains and water, and there was also a large area of ​​flowers, trees and fields underneath.

Xia Qiao put the birthday box into the tomb, and his relatives, friends and neighbors filled in the red dates and sugar cakes according to customs.

Once the filial piety clothes and hat are burned and the stone slabs are pressed, this trip will be delivered to the end.

When he went down the mountain, Xia Qiao finally felt a sob in his throat, which was mute and light, but like a rust jar that had been covered with dust for a long time, finally pried open a gap. He walked and stopped, and if someone hadn't pushed it, he might never have been able to get down the mountain.

Just as he was stubborn and wanted to turn around, Wen Shi, who was following behind, suddenly raised his hand, patted the back of his head, and said in a deep voice: "Don't look back."

Don't look back.

Let him come and go cleanly.

I don’t know which kind of flowers and trees at the foot of the mountain are, but when the wind blows, they fall all over the ground.

When he smelled the flowers, he was fascinated by the sweeping flowers. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar.

It was like there was a person who had thin and thin palms, with a warm and cool touch, patted the back of his head and pushed him forward, saying, "Don't look back."

He stopped in place, stunned for a few seconds, and subconsciously turned his head to take a look.
Chapter completed!